However, when Reody turned his head back to check on the two humans following in their wake, his expression shifted to one of surprise. While the giants were wading through the monsters like they were mere tall grass, Ricky and Cissel were clearly struggling.
The disparity in power was surprising. While the Bulltors moved with an unstoppable violence, each strike of their heavy weapons reducing a yellow monster to a mesh of flesh, Ricky and Cissel were forced into a desperate dance of coordination.
It took three, sometimes four, strikes from their blades to kill a single yellow monster. Seeing this, Reody couldn't help but ponder the gap in power between their species. Was it the lower quality of weapons they held, or was it simply the vast difference in their physical bodies?
Regardless, as he watched the two humans holding their ground with grit and determination, he pushed the worry to the back of his mind. He had his own sea of monsters to drown.
